They duck their head a little, shy at being called a source of joy. "If it's that easy. Maybe I have felt it." There's no bright days here, no fish or squid, but there's company of loved ones. There's dancing and learning to cook. Wrist-hugs.

They pause and then drop her gently into a dip back, hand in the small of her back and the other strong on hers, one foot bracing against hers so she'll know she's not getting dropped. "How do you tell the difference between love and joy?"